Ben raised his eyebrows. He was expecting an answer from me while also giving me enough space by not pressuring me with more words. I took a sip of the wine to cleanse my mouth and mostly to sort my thoughts out. Should I tell him that David was at the gallery? Or that he is teaching one of my courses and that I would have to go on sort of trips with him twice to get a grade? All of this was putting me into quite a dilemma. We were having a nice evening, we were having fun, the mood was just great. It was a date night. And some other guy shouldn’t have been even in my thoughts. And in the end, I shouldn’t let the name of another guy escape my mouth, either.
“My painting got sold.” I blurted out. Ben gulped and coughed a few times as probably the piece of cheese got almost stuck in the wro
